What? Wait. Noooo. The Professor had clearly misunderstood. They finally get a class with flesh eaters, the last thing the Gryffindor intended to do was watch a bunch of firsties. That wasn't her job--or was it? These job descriptions got very sketchy when you added flesh eaters. No Professor. She wanted to feed one to the flesh eaters. A quiet one so no one would really notice they were gone til it was too late--ugh, unless the kid suddenly developed lungs of steel and started hollering for dear life. Admittedly that'd be a bit annoying.

The Gryffindor stood eagerly waiting for them to be permitted inside while the Professor went over basic stuff. Her candy bag had been left up in her dorm and her gloves were slapped on in a second.

SHE WAS READY.

Lex glanced around to see if anyone else was ready. Could they hurry? This was exciting stuff. No time to be freaking out about their safety and their lives, gosh.